With his hat on
he’s about five inches taller
than a taxicab.

I lift the toliet seat
as if it were the nest of a bird
and I see cat tracks
all around the edge of the bowl.

If I were to live my life
in catfish forms
in scaffolds of skin and whiskers
at the bottom of a pond
and you were to come by

Yup.
A long lazy September look
in the mirror
say it’s true.
I’m 31

Ah,
you’re just a copy
of all the candy bars
I’ve ever eaten.

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late in the afternoon, a photograp
statue in San Francisco’s Washing
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Driving through
hot brushy country
the late autumn,
I saw a hawk
crucified on a

I go to bed in Los Angeles thinki
about you.

I sit here, an arch-villain of rom
thinking about you. Gee, I’m sorr
I made you unhappy, but there was
I could do about it because I hav
Perhaps everything would have been

Everybody wants to go to bed
with everybody else, they’re
lined up for blocks, so I’ll
go to bed with you. They won’t
miss us.